Angel?

Jenna stands there. Barely dressed in black lace that barely clings to her skin. Her blonde hair falls over her shoulders like it belongs in some old magazine spread. She lets the lingerie slip down her body until the floor takes it. Her fingers move between her legs. She spreads herself open, slow and deliberate. The pink between her thighs glistens under the light. She watches you watching her. Her breath catches. Then her hand starts to move again, sliding, pressing, teasing deeper. Every motion feels like a question she already knows the answer to.